Memories can always make you rejoice or repent. The way they haunt you makes you what you are. The way you treat them takes you where you want.
All creatures with life have some memories…..
Stained with the deep colors of thoughts
Of red, blue, green & black
In the tomb of red wall (heart)
They form together the arc of one color rainbow
In the game of hide & seek of one color
Brightness & darkness take the cop & thief role
And both walk beside me to make me a perfect soul
I try to the spread the colors evenly
And give them different shades
They remain more stained
Little I try to remove the stain complete
It ends in vain making me incomplete
Arc of one color rainbow
Cannot be removed with any waters of purity
They make my tomb with bright & dark shades
In which I live through decades…
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